Where there used to be my heart

Now there is a story untold

A story that couldn’t be shared with the world

A story that couldn’t be celebrated

It has no joy of a happy ending

And no glory of a great tragedy

Just a short story, of that what wasn’t meant to be

A story that lived and died In the air between us

As beautiful as it was, as heart wrenchingly beautiful as it was

We couldn’t write it down, couldn’t make it immortal

It lives in me now, right where my heart used to be

I traded my heart for this smoke of a story

And I light my chest on fire each night

To keep it alive in me.



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